January 5 , 2018
Friday
Why is it that every time our eyes meet,
You're always the first one to break it,
And I'm always the one hoping you'll take your time to remember it.
But it's not just about it,
Almost in everything - it feels like I'm the only one who cares about us.
But then it dawned on me that there's nothing special happening between us.
YOU ARE READING
To Thee
Poetry"Haply, I think on thee and then my state ....... For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings." | Sonnet 29 | Short Poetry.
